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Dec 2020
an idle mind begets
bitter fruits
and idle hands
yield no loot
- - -
slowly decaying
mimicking the idleness
of a corpse &
i long for something
that i cannot pinpoint
- - -
what is the remedy
for my eternal boredom
that's not quite
a tragedy?
Samara
Written by
Samara  28/F/Texas
(28/F/Texas)   
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